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The infantry moved with stiff-legged precision. They used marbles as cover and a discarded sock as a trench. As they reached the base of the Ottoman Cliffs, the Galactic Raiders opened fire—at least, they would have, if their spring-loaded missiles hadn't been lost behind the radiator years ago. Instead, they relied on their terrifying presence and the fact that they glowed in the dark. “Charge!” Grunt signaled.
A mechanical whirring filled the room. It wasn’t an alien. It was the "Cat," a furry titan the size of a skyscraper, prowling the perimeter. The Cat sniffed a Bazooka Joe on the front lines. With one disinterested flick of a massive paw, Joe was sent tumbling into the dark abyss under the sofa. toy-soldiers-complete
Huge fingers descended from the heavens. The Boy scooped up the remote, but in his haste, he knocked the Alien Commander and General Grunt together. For a brief moment, they were jammed into the Boy's pocket, shoulder to molded shoulder. The infantry moved with stiff-legged precision
“Man down!” Grunt cried silently. “Ignore the beast! Advance!” Instead, they relied on their terrifying presence and
Grunt didn't answer. He was already planning the defense of the Lego Castle. But for now, the war was over. The soldiers were home. Should I add , like a spy or a pilot?
The hallway door creaked open. A giant silhouette appeared—the Boy. “I knew I left it here,” a thunderous voice boomed.
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